And we were there, in the mountains.

In the second installment of our Autumn series we spent a couple of days camping on the Deerfield River in the Berkshires. The first day brought unrelenting rain and general dreariness. We made a feeble attempt at chucking streamers to semi entheused fish, and managed to pick up a few here and there, but there was an itch that still desperately needed to be scratched. Suddenly, as if the dry fly gods themselves had spoken, the sky parted and the sun came over the mountain tops. As the late afternoon shifted into evening, Isonychia the size of Apache helicopters started dive-bombing the gin clear waters. The fish responded, as did we, and it turned into a trip to remember.

Camera/edit: Chase Bartee
Additional camera: Aimee Savard
Music: Odetta Sings Folk Songs-900 Miles, Jackson C. Frank-Milk and Honey, Songs: Ohia-Farewell Transmission

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